Cold Moon Journal

the pungent scent of ground ink— Minnesota lake —Dennis Owen Frohlich tapping maple trees my novel-writing secret revealed —Dennis Owen Froh...

indecision - the coming and going of autumn clouds —Paul Callus

 wear pattern you're not in my shoes —Adrian Bouter

their protestations go with them migrating geese —Keith Evetts in the middle of the long cold night we cuddle —Keith Evetts

old man his old dog same limp —Bob Carlton

evening mist echoing the scent of pine my favorite song —Fatma Zohra Habis

fog drapes winter chill the heart’s quiet ache a warm, lost blanket distant summer —Banasmita Das

spring fly  my sick dog  comes to life  — Vladislav Hristov rice field the way she walks through the silence — Vladislav Hristov quiet morni...

—Belinda Behne Editor's Note: This haiga is from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.   

afternoon tea her shadow  arrives first —Belinda Behne the stars call my name reminding me to look up into forever —Belinda Behne   Editor...

  slowly  going over the falls sunrise —Bryan Rickert always like she’s on the catwalk my cat —Bryan Rickert waking up to fresh snow today f...

USB port always slotting it the wrong way —Jay Friedenberg Rorschach clouds the disapproving glare of dad's face —Jay Friedenberg

after the rain…  a bellflower greeting  the moon —Steliana Cristina Voicu peonies in bloom the one near the yard no one knows about —Stelian...

dawn- one red stocking under the bed —Krzysztof Kokot

fall migration choosing a new bird to follow —Mark Hendrickson

churchyard an ancient yew bent with snow —Robert Witmer a marked page in a library book dating app —Robert Witmer

every year the walk over the graveyard takes longer —Oliver Kleyer

Fox News the parrot falls quiet on my shoulder —John Zheng

table for two the melting candle between us —Alvin B. Cruz cherry blossoms in late spring the tree i planted though i will not sit in its sh...

back in town  going by a different name too late to run too late to be forgiven hurricane season —Steve Black painkiller she washes the day ...

last pail of milk  we say goodbye  to our favorite cow  —Aja Rhianna gentle waves  the calm  before moonlight —Aja Rhianna

threadbare blanket  on the other side  a new day —Kavita Ratna

moonspots...  she keeps all her secrets to herself  —Nicoletta Ignatti spring twilight-  telling her  we will no longer be friends —Nicolett...

the smell of flowers in blushing burnt sun —Sarah Mahina Calvello

unsteady on my bruised ego apache plume —Marylyn Burridge

cat's eyes the blackbird tunes into fortissimo —Deborah Karl-Brandt worn-out socks learning how to mend them into a haiku —Deborah Karl-...

bird twitching  its tail—waves in the sun. —Partha Sarkar

outdoor nativity scene one of the Wise Men facing the wrong way —John J. Dunphy his last road trip my friend arrives at the cemetery —John J...

old bedroom a bassinet holds one tiny sock —Vickie Yiannoulou

woodpecker poem… the clickety-clack of his old typewriter — Anne Fox

licking a stamp the flavor of nostalgia —Oscar Luparia homemade bread a handful of sesame seeds for the sparrows —Oscar Luparia

thunderclap— the ghost of my cat  hits the bed —Miriam Sagan

icecaps with sprinkles sweating —Elliot Diamond

dirty spider's web the creeping hourglass etched in all of us —László Aranyi

keeping an eye on me this moon —Mishti Choudhury

Shine on Amid the rhythm of machines in the ICU, you ride the relentless tide of a stroke, each breath straining to fill your fading lungs—a...

—Michael C. Roberts —Michael C. Roberts —Michael C. Roberts